FOREIGN SPEECH. Ah, do not tell me what they mean, The tremulous brook, the scarcely stirred June leaves, the hum of things unseen, This sovran bird. Do they say things so deep, and rare, That they are happy, and can bear Such ignorance well; Feeding on all things said and sung From hour to hour in this high wood, Articulate in a strange, sweet tongue Not understood. H IN THE TWILIGHT. A noise of swarming thoughts, A muster of dim cares, a foil'd intent, With plots and plans, and counterplans and plots; And thus along the city's edges gray Unmindful of the darkening autumn day With a droop'd head I went. My face rose,-through what spell?— Not hoping anything from twilight dumb: One star possessed her heaven. Oh! all grew well Because of thee, and thy serene estate: THE INNER LIFE. I. A DISCIPLE. Master, they argued fast concerning Thee, Then through the temple-door I slipped to free And sought this brook, and by the brookside stood The stream speaks, and the endurance of the sky Even what smiles for me Thy lips have stirred; And let the musing soul within me burn. * H II. THEISTS. Who needs God most? That man whose pulses play With fullest life-blood; he whose foot dare climb Under a sky whose splendour sure must slay III. SEEKING GOD. I said "I will find God," and forth I went To seek Him in the clearness of the sky, Only a pitiless, sapphire firmament Ringing the world,—blank splendour; yet intent Still to find God, "I will go seek," said I, "His way upon the waters," and drew nigh An ocean marge weed-strewn, and foam-besprent ; And the waves dashed on idle sand and stone, And very vacant was the long, blue sea; But in the evening as I sat alone, My window open to the vanishing day, Dear God! I could not choose but kneel and pray, And it sufficed that I was found of Thee. |